Daisy Stewart Henderson

School: Shawlands Academy, Glasgow
 

Beached Whales


Free as the wind I would glide through the deep

But now I just count the hours until they bury me

Gritty sand gleams crimson with blood

And despair rushes over me like a flood

 

A million broken faces stare out to sea

But just like our hope, it floats just out of reach

 

Soon we’ll be pretty little broken things

Angels with no wings

But for now we’re just beached whales

Up on the sandy shore

If you’ve come to save us

We couldn’t ask for more

 

Waves crash, there’s a whistle in the wind

But it’s singing our requiem

I try to break out of this waking dream

It seems sleep is stubborn

No surprise it won’t help me

 

After this ends, what will become of us

Will they poke us with sticks

Or eulogise us at dusk

Will they cut off my head, and put it on display

Or wait for the elements to wither us away

 

Soon we’ll be pretty little broken things

Angels with no wings

But for now we’re just beached whales

Up on the sandy shore

If you’ve come to save us

We couldn’t ask for more

 

Dawn slips into midnight

Dark becomes light

I close my eyes tightly

Lay down on a bed of broken glass

Hum along with the birds

 

And wait until I die.


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